meaning to get round to.

[timwilky]

Folks, please don't put off those jobs you have been meaning to do.

I posted earlier ( So I ought to be in the garage... thread ) That my lads van had an oil leak and oil seemed to be forming on the filter so I guess it was leaking from there etc.

Well during the week he casually said his girlfriends dad was moaning about the leak as it had ruined his cobbled drive and I had said I will look at the weekend. Well this morning he phoned me to tow him home. Yes the light has come on to say he had low oil and now it wont go. "No dipstick, that is to say you have low pressure", "well I filled it up this morning before I came out because the light was on all the way home last night". So I tow him home as too dark to look at anything. Damm the road outside the house is covered in oil when I walk back into the house and deposit my footprints on the kitchen floor.

So added about 2 litres, tried to start it. my diagnosis of the filter being loose was correct as oil poured out. I was able to turn it 3 times. When it did start, what a clatter. Big ends are completely shot.

Ouch ! will "Bank of Dad" be financing the new engine / rebuild ?

...and you need that like a hole in the head. Sorry to hear Tim.

[timwilky]

Originally Posted by tricky

Ouch ! will "Bank of Dad" be financing the new engine / rebuild ?

No, it is a 98 combo with 130,000 miles. the chassis is in need of welding, the cab shroud is badly corroded. the roof is dented though too much weight on the roof bars and now leaks in, The suspension is shot where he hit the kerb at speed etc. There is no way it would pass its next MOT without serious work anyway so he has simply hastened its way to the breakers.


Now when he passed his test. Bank of dad refused the loan to buy it as he knew that said load would never be repayed. Therefore bank of uncle Martin made the loan, guaranteed in private by bank of dad. Unfortunately Bank of uncle Martin did end up calling in the loan from bank of dad.


So today, mummy has asked bank of dad for a new loan to her little soldier. The bitch wants me to empty the bike fund. WTF. I think it should come out of the new kitchen fund. where repayment would be more easily induced by a refusal of the catering manager to provide food, the laundry manager to provide cleaning service and granny to refuse to babysit whilst he goes out spending the money he hasn't got to repay his bills. Better still he can cancel the holiday he has booked and use his own savings for a new van. What a shock to his system that would be, actually paying for himself.

[fizzwheel]

My parents helped me out when I was a kid, but on the strict understanding that I looked after and maintained my vehicles properly. My dad showed me what was what on my first car that he bought me after that I bought my own cars. If I couldnt fix them I paid for somebody to fix it that could.

To me it was matter of priorities. I needed my car to get to college / work etc. If I went out and spent the money I needed for fuel / maintenance etc on beer then I couldnt run my car which made life difficult for me.

At one point I had two jobs as my first computing job paid £60 a week whilst I was a trainee. So I worked in a DIY store at the weekends to top up my wages so I could afford the things I wanted.

Saying that when I got stuck last Christmas with a £1200 bill for a new ECU and some other bits for my Golf and then I ended up in the same month with a £600 bill for work on the SV, my dad lent me the money to pay the bills, when I cobbled up the funds to pay him back he refused to take the cheque, But I know he appreciated the fact that I had the money and I wanted to pay him back.

I dont think you or Mrs Tim should be funding his new vehicle. If he wants it make him pay for it.

I can see what a problem this could be though, if u don't buy him a new van and he cant, then he losses his job and then he becomes more of a burden.

So i guess its damage limitation...

personally i wouldn't lend him anything has made no attempt in the past to re pay the old loans.

Bank of mum and dad has been permenently shut for me for years now but the last installment paid for the loft conversion, now being the owner of the bank of dad having to make sure the kids work in the house too earn some money.
Daughter now wants to learn to drive as she's 17 told her not paying unless she gets off her butt and helps her mother around the house or pays herself by getting a job. 2nd option she doesnt like at the moment but wants to do part time bar work later in the year when she's 18

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If I had kids, I would want to help them out financially, but at the same time, want to teach them the value of money and that they need to stand on their own two feet.

Must be difficult, good job I don't have any kids.

When I was a kid, I never even bothered asking. Bank of Mum and Dad was at full stretch just clothing us and putting food on the table.

I think my own parents (Father in particular) toook this whole 'Bank of Dad' thing waaaaay to seriously when my brother and I were kids...

... possibly on account of his own Dad having worked in the local TSB Bank his entire life.

As early as I can remember my bruv and I had our own 'Accounts' with BoD, complete with little account books made from a spare exercise book Dad brought home from school (being a teacher).
I mean, we are talking about 4 years of age here and already learning about saving money from Christmas or Birthdays and putting it into the Account. Pocket money, that clandestine fiver pressed into your hand secretly by a grandad at the end of a holiday - stuff like that.

So when either of us went on the occasional childhood 'I want... ... pleeeeeeeaaase' rampage there was always the Account to refer to. My parents weren't mean by any stretch of the imagination, but their generousity was tempered by educating us in the differences between worth and value. Occasional extra purchases were always partly (often mostly) funded by our own saved money.


Kinda backfired on my Dad one day though when I wanted a pair of really posh rollerboots not more than a few weeks after my birthday. The request was denied (just had a load of presents etc) and so I demanded to see the Account.
Sure enough I had more than the required £14.99 and so demanded my money - apparently claiming, that if he was a 'real' bank he couldn't stop me as there was enough there.
Arguments ensued that resulted in my demanding to withdraw all my money and close my Account.

This was heresey - the Account had existed all of my life - so Dad wrote me a cheque for the total amount. Thought he was clever until I promptly walked into the local branch of Barclays Bank and opened a 'Kids Account' with it.

One week later I was skillfully hurtling up and down our road on brand new rollerboots.

[northwind]

Can I put myself up for adoption I could do with a car...